Volume III Part 63 (1/2)
Dr. Herbin, a man of ripe age, had a physiognomy very intellectual and lofty, a look of remarkable sagacity and depth of thought, and a smile of extreme goodness. His naturally harmonious voice became full of kindness when he spoke to the lunatics; thus the suavity of his tone and the benevolence of his words seemed oft to calm the natural irritability of these unfortunate people. He was among the first to subst.i.tute, in his treatment for madness, commiseration and benevolence for the terrible coercive means employed formerly; no more chains, no more blows, no more shower-baths; above all (save in some few cases), no more solitary confinement. His lofty understanding had comprehended that monomania, insanity, and madness were increased by confinement and abusive treatment; that, on the contrary, by allowing the patients to live together, a thousand distractions, a thousand incidents occurring at each moment, prevented them from being absorbed in a fixed idea, so much the more fatal as it is more concentrated by solitude and intimidation. Thus experience proves that solitary confinement is as fatal to lunatics as it is salutary to criminals; the mental perturbation of the former increases in solitude, while the perturbation, or, rather, moral corruption of the latter, is augmented and becomes incurable by the society of their brothers in crime.
Doubtless, some years hence, the penitentiary system, with its prisons in common (true schools of infamy), with its galleys, its chains, its pillories, and its scaffolds, will appear as corrupt, as savage, as atrocious as the old method of treatment for the insane appears to us of the present day.
”Doctor,” said Madame George to M. Herbin, ”I thought I might be allowed to accompany my son and daughter-in-law, although I do not know M. Morel. The situation of this excellent man appeared to me so interesting that I have not been able to conquer my desire to a.s.sist with my children in attempting his complete restoration to reason, which, you hope (so we have been told), will be accomplished by the means you are about using.”
”I count much, madame, on the favorable impression which the presence of his daughter and persons whom he has been accustomed to see will produce upon him.”
”When they came to arrest my husband,” said the wife of Morel, with emotion, showing Rigolette to the doctor, ”our good little neighbor was occupied in a.s.sisting me and my children.”
”My father also well knew M. Germain, who has always been very kind to us,”
added Louise. Then, noticing Alfred and Anastasia, she added, ”These are the porters of our house; they have also a.s.sisted us as much as they could in our misfortunes.”
”I thank you, sir,” said the doctor to Alfred, ”for having inconvenienced yourself by coming here; but, from what I have been told, I see this visit has not cost you a great deal.”
”Sir,” said M. Pipelet, with a grave nod, ”man should a.s.sist his fellow-man here below; he is a brother, without counting that Morel was the cream of honest men, before he lost his reason, in consequence of his arrest and his dear Louise's.”
”And over and above all,” said Anastasia, ”I always regret that the porringer full of scalding soup which I threw on the backs of the two bailiffs had not been melted lead.”
”It is true; and I ought to render this just homage to the affection which my wife has avowed to the Morels.”
”If you do not fear, madame,” said Doctor Herbin, to the mother of Germain, ”the sight of the lunatics, we will pa.s.s through several courts in order to reach the exterior building, where I have had Morel conducted; for I have given orders this morning that he should not be led to the farm as usual.”
”To the farm, sir?” said Madame George, ”is there a farm here?”
”Does that surprise you, madame? I can conceive it. Yes, we have here a farm cultivated by the lunatics, and its produce is very valuable to the house.”
”Do they work there without restraint, sir?”
”Yes; and the labor, the quiet of the fields, the sight of nature, are among the best of our remedies. A single keeper conducts them thither, and there is hardly an instance of escape; they go with evident satisfaction, and their slight earning; serve to ameliorate their condition. But here we are at the door of one of the courts.” Then, seeing a slight shade of apprehension on the face of Madame George, the doctor added, ”Fear nothing, madame; in a few moments you will feel as secure as I do.”
”I follow you, sir. Come, my children.”
”Anastasia,” whispered M. Pipelet, who was behind with his wife, ”when I think that if the infernal conduct of M. Cabrion had lasted, your Alfred would have become mad, and, as such, would have been confined among these unfortunates whom we are going to see, clothed in costumes the most singular, chained by the middle of their bodies, or shut up in cages like the wild beasts of the Garden of Plants!”
”Do not speak of it, old darling! It is said that those who are mad for love are like real apes when they see a woman: they throw themselves against the bars of their cages, uttering the most frightful cooings. Their keepers are obliged to soothe them with great blows from a whip, and letting fall on their heads immense quant.i.ties of water, which drops from a hundred feet high, and that is not a bit too much to refresh them.”
”Anastasia, do not approach too near to the cages of these madmen,” said Alfred, gravely: ”an accident happens so quickly!”
”Yes, not to say a word of how ungenerous it would be on my part to have the appearance of defying them; for, after all,” added Anastasia, with a melancholy sigh, ”it is our attractions which make them distracted. Hold! I shudder, my Alfred, when I think that, if I had refused you your happiness, you would be at this moment crazy from love, like some of these madmen; that you would cling to the bars of your cage the moment you saw a woman, and roar afterward, poor old darling! you who, on the contrary, run away as soon as they attempt to allure you.”
”My modesty is suspicious, it is true; but, Anastasia, the door opens--I shudder. We are going to see abominable figures, hear the noise of chains and grinding of teeth.”
Mr and Mrs. Pipelet, not having heard the conversation of Doctor Herbin, partook of the popular prejudice which still exists on the subject of insane hospitals; prejudices which forty years ago were not without foundation. The door of the court was opened. This court, forming a long parallelogram, was planted with trees and furnished with benches; a gallery of elegant construction extended on each side; cells, well ventilated, opened on this gallery; some fifty men, uniformly clothed in gray, were walking, talking, or sitting silent and contemplative in the sun.
On the arrival of Dr. Herbin, a large number of lunatics pressed around him, extending their hands to him with a touching expression of confidence and grat.i.tude, to which he cordially replied, saying to them, ”Good-day, good-day, my children.”
Some of these unfortunate beings, at too great a distance from the doctor for him to take their hand, came and offered it with a kind of hesitation to the persons who accompanied him.
”Good-day, my friends,” said Germain, kindly, shaking hands in a manner which seemed to delight them.
”Sir,” said Madame George to the doctor, ”are these lunatics?”